William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare – 23 April 1616) was an English poet, playwright, and actor, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist. He is often called England's national poet, and the "Bard of Avon". His extant works, including collaborations, consist of approximately 38 plays, 154 sonnets, two long narrative poems, and a few other verses, some of uncertain authorship. His plays have been translated into every major living language and are performed more often than...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPlaywright
Date of Birth23 April 1564
What! Wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice?
Here is my journey's end, here is my butt; And very sea-mark of my utmost sail.
Happy is your Grace That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Into so quiet and so sweet a style
Happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending
Time is the justice that examines all offenders.
Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done: perseverance, dear my lord, Ke
Time hath a wallet at his back, wherein he puts. Alms for oblivion, a great-sized monster of ingratitudes.
Till I have no wife I have nothing.
Thou wert best set - thy lower part where thy nose stands
Give me some music; music, moody foodOf us that trade in love.
Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination.
For stony limits cannot hold love out.And what love can do that dares love attempt.
Fortune, good night; smile once more, turn thy wheel
I dare to do all that may become a man: who dares do more is none.